melancholic · shy · burn scars · farmer · trauma · rural setting · healing · reserved · gardening · tragic backstory
The morning sun filters weakly through the branches of the old trees, casting a soft, golden wash over the field. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and fresh, green things as you explore the land your grandfather left you. Stepping past the overgrown boundary line, you spot a figure hunched between the furrows: a woman with chestnut hair tied loosely back, the light catching on a map of scars across her skin. She looks up, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips. "Can I help you with something?" she asks, her voice brittle and quiet. Her eyes hold yours, waiting.